Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... realized at that point that she really was going to make it. Her heart hammered with a different sort of excitement. At about ten to five she checked her email to find a message from Mr. Slater. Dear Miss Burlington. You have performed admirably. Please report to my office at the end of the day. Bring, but do not wear, your clothes. MS She gathered up her bags, and at five she strode confidently down the hallway to Miss Jones’ ante-office. Her gait was confident, and she was utterly unconcerned with who could see what. Her buttocks flexed as she walked, and she could feel her nipples harden as she approached Mr. Slater’s secretary’s door. She was excited, and she knew that she was wet between her legs. Anne had won. She had passed her test, and she was going to have her prize. In this case part of the prize involved having Mr. Slater. She wasn’t going to just hope that he would fuck her; she was going to make it happen. She entered Miss Jones’ office without knocking, prompting a raised eyebrow and a respectful smile from the attractive blonde. Without missing a beat, Anne continued through the office and through to the inner door, which she opened confidently, again without knocking. This time she felt as if she belonged as she strode inside and walked toward her boss, who smiled at her from his desk. [End of the first cycle of the story. I may write more stories in the “Dress code world” if I get the sense people would enjoy them. Or even if they want to “see” Mr. Slater and Anne finally have sex. Please let me know.]